I walk the aisle in the store, and purchase the same as I would if I were buying for my family. We’re vegetarian and don’t drink milk–but we eat yogurt, eggs and cheese. We drink coffee and herbal tea instead of soda and juice, we sweeten with agave and honey.
These things are expensive, I know. It’s not my fault eating right is for the elite. But I’m not going to stock up on junk food because it’s “cheaper”.

Don’t watch my hand dive in my wallet. Please don’t look at me as though I’m a criminal. I’m honestly just trying to feed my family, and my husbands income is not enough.

I’m not asking for a handout. I don’t want your help. We have barely been scraping by. Our bills are paid, our rent is covered. We put gas in the car …. once. But now the money is gone, and we still have needs. I don’t know how the laundry is getting washed.
The diapers were a gift. Someone blessed us this month.
The trial is only for a little while, we expect to have it better soon.

My husband goes to school, and has a job. I can’t get one too. Right now, my job is Mommy. Don’t judge my decision, it’s really not up to you.

I write, I draw, I can make use of my time. Simple little ways to earn some extra money from time to time. Though writing jobs are hard to find. I’m subscribed to receive opportunities– and so are hundreds of other writers.

I teach. However I have no college hours, substituting is out of the question in this town.

I came out of poverty, and have to poverty returned. A degree would have been of no use, I wanted to be a youth pastor. Ministerial degrees aren’t in high demand.

Don’t judge me. You don’t know where I’ve been. I only wished I’d never be in that place again. But we are. And you don’t know how hard we work to fix it.

My husband is at school on scholarship. Thats the only way he can go. Being in the military, you’d think he’d have earned more respect. This isn’t the same Military it was in 1945. This isn’t the same America either.

We’re fighting to make our way, and pushing really hard. The numbers aren’t rounding up, they continue to plummet instead.

I’m a white American woman, married, with two kids. A soldiers wife, proud and strong. A minister fighting for the Kingdom. I’m the Warrior cast.

….but right now we’re in need. So unless you have the magical ability to feed my family with two loaves of bread and five minnows–until our boat comes in– I suggest you go judge someone else. I’m not in the mood to feel anxious over what you think of me.